I'm trying to get worked up over this, but it's hard.

Regular readers know that I consider myself a centrist, although to my dear conservative friends that makes me a MSM-loving liberal. And I do tend to get my dander up about what I perceive as abuses of power or the mistreatment of the disenfranchised. So I feel as though I ought to be outraged about our servicemen burning the corpses of insurgents killed in fighting . . . but I'm not. They were dead. Gone. No feeling, no reaction. Already meeting their Maker and receiving their just reward.

Now I realize that the outrage being expressed is primarily because of the insult to Islam, and I am sympathetic to people's devotion to their faith, whether it's one I hold or not. But I just cannot manage a lot of sympathy for those who claim that God has been insulted by the desecration of the dead while at the same time piling on the body count of men, women, and children who are not combatants, but just ordinary people trying to live their lives.

I'm also troubled by the attitude of the journalist who shot the video. I heard him speak on NPR today, and he seemed quite sure that he had produced an artifact that would stir the world just as strongly as the photos from Abu Ghraib did. His disdain for the U.S. and the U.S. military was palpable, and while he is entitled to feel anything that he wants, he came across as just a little too smug that he had captured damning evidence that the world was waiting to see.

I may change my mind after I see the video, but right now I simply can't make myself feel righteously indignant.